The Story of Us

The Story of Us, The Beginning

HEY GUISE :DD  

So when I finished writing this, I realised I hadn't really made the enitre story clear. I just sorta wrote it along as I got to know the boys better--and that was a long time ago, and my writing skills were terrible. 

I want this ending which is sort of an addition to the story to make it a bit clearer. Especially the part how Harry and Sara met because the story starts at a point where they've been together for quite some time, so you never get to see their beginning. 

           YOU THINK YOU KNOW THEIR STORY... THINK AGAIN

 (I don't even know why I wrote that ^ but I just sorta thought of it as I was writing this. It's quite cheesy, I know. Forgive me.)

Well, I hope you'll enjoy this little bonus to the story and that it clears things up for you. All two of you. Thanks mom. *sigh*  

I sat nervously in my desk, fingers hard against the chair, as I waited for the professor to announce the pares for the first project of the semester.

I relaxed my hands and let myself stare out the window. I was still new in London, and I found myself, in times, just looking at the landscape and admiring it.

I forced myself to focus back on the professor- a woman in her mid-60s with pointy glasses and greyish-amber hair tied in a neat bun at the back of her head.

“And now for the last pair,” she said, clearing her throat and looking back at the sheet of paper in her hands, “Eleanor Calder,” Now, I was in London for, like, 4 months, but I think I would’ve noticed if Eleanor Calder, Louis Tomlinson of One Direction’s girlfriend, and I shared a classroom for 315 minutes a week.

I got lost in my thoughts so when the professor called out my name next, I just kept staring out the window again like I was deaf.

Then I realised everyone was looking at me and waiting for me to say something, but I just said, “Huh?” and muffled chuckles filled the room, cold sweat dripping down my back.

“As I have already said,” the professor continued in a loud voice, trying to calm down my classmates, “the last pair for this project will be Ms Calder and Ms Sara Perkin.” I swallowed back a lump. Then I saw a pair of eyes staring at me from across the room. And I swallowed back another lump, an even bigger one, because it was Eleanor and I probably looked like a lost sloth by that point.

“You may pick your assignments after class,” the professor concluded and turned back around to the board.

I’d be lying if I said my inner fangirl didn’t react to what just happened. But I miraculously managed to keep my fangirling to a minimum even though this would be the beginning of any fanfic ever written.

The bell rang and marked the end of class and the room started filling out quickly. I went to the professor’s desk to grab my assignment when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Somehow I managed to wipe the excitement mixed anxiety off my face and turn around.

Eleanor was tall and petite, brown hair neatly braided down the right shoulder. She smiled and reached her hand out for a handshake. She had the kind of smile that made you want to make her happy. Nevertheless, she seemed nice.

“I’m Eleanor,” she said in a bubbly voice as we shook hands, “But you can call me El.”

“I’m Sara,” I said quickly, “And you can call me Sara.”

“Nice to meet you.” She took her assignment and headed out the classroom. I followed.

“So… Looks like we’ll be doing this thing together, eh?” She asked and stopped next to a window. I caught myself looking at the wide spread of buildings outside. Again.